Penultimate post on this short holiday that already feels so so far away. I’ve finished a report, an executive summary for a second report, and edits on two short articles since then. So sad. Unlike the awesomeness of Zaragoza’s graffiti scene, which brought me immense happiness. This says:
En recuerdo de todas las mujeres que dieron su vida por la libertad y las ideas anarquistas | In memory of all the women who gave their lives for liberty and anarchist ideas
On this wall, with its many small fishes eating the large one, and long incredible figures almost disappearing into plaster:
There was so much that was brilliant, I miss this.
Terrible day! Mexico, god! I swear Marquez was possessed by evil spirits! He needs a limpia (traditional and ritual Mexican cleansing for the uninitiated), and I for one, would be more than happy to break eggs over his head and whip him with bunches of ruda (rue), though he’s not worth sacrificing a chicken for.
Davin is sick so I wandered the conference alone most of the day…I mustered up the courage to walk up to and talk to my first complete stranger however! Davin has been doing the heavy lifting in that department because he actually likes talking to strangers, but I actually approached the swedish head of the international tenant union and engaged him in engaging conversation and it went over well, with me being half invited to a swedish reception later in the afternoon celebrating the returning of a stolen indigenous totem pole…the greatest threat to affable swedish-canadian relations for the past 10 years apparently! I didn’t go. I almost repeated the experiment, high on my first success, with a guy on the street who looked exactly like Clark Kent, but proceeded to trip over a crack in the sidewalk and so quickly changed my mind.
So I also wandered downtown, here are some truly touristy photos but with artisitic merit I think though I might be delusional.
The above is from the financial district, as is the fountain below:
and the waterfront is lovely…ther are sea planes! How cool are they? I want to fly one…
And from the walk back in search of food…
And this very cool graffiti, I’m impressed, i though LA had a corner on the street art department…
he ghetto is crazy!! Nearly impossible to tear myself from my TV and will be in search of another soon for the second half of ecuador/poland and a beer before actually doing some work. But still, look what is sitting in front of the building next to us??
Just communities. Just cities. Just connections between country and city. Also, the weird and wonderful.